"Man, why is this skirt so short?" Cosette groaned, tugging down the fabric that had ridden up again. "I'm below average height, this thing should be long on me! Screw it! I'm wearing tights underneath!"
"Cosette!" Sang-Hoon shouted. "You ready? If you don't leave soon you're gonna be late and at this rate you won't have time to eat breakfast!"
"I'm almost done!"
Quickly shifting through her dresser drawer Cosette pulled out a pair of black stockings. She quickly slipped them on before putting the ridiculously short skirt back on. Turning to the floor-length mirror Cosette examined herself.
She'd left her curly hair free just using a silver clip to hold back the bangs. The uniform wasn't bad, just a bit bland for her taste. A white button-up with a yellow sweater vest overlay. A blue blazer–a cinched waistline for females–and a gray skirt. A standard black necktie. There was no restriction on shoes so Cosette chose to wear a pair of white wedge sneakers. The black stockings didn't look bad but next time she'll opt for skin-colored ones.
"Since I'm in the fashion department I'm allowed to alter my uniform within reason. I think I'll spruce this thing up later."
"Cosette!"
"I'm coming! Calm down!"
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Cosette proudly marched her way down the street, her custom green backpack gently meeting her back with every other step. Her strides were full of confidence and determination, she was a young woman ready to take on the day.
The walk wasn't too long, Cosette was sure if she was ever running late she'd be able to make the run here without being worn out. Stepping up to the gates she was awed at the size of the school. It reminded her of the fancy preparatory academies you'd see in America. Grand opulent buildings funded by parents with large pockets.
As Cosette gazed at the school for a brief moment her stomach churned as memories of her past flashed by. School days that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Cosette shook her head, ridding herself of the displeasing images. She took a deep breath raising her head up higher with her chin tilted towards the sky. "Keep your head held high. That was then and this is now! You're stronger now and better! I'm not going to allow them to hold me back!"
Nodding to herself Cosette marched on passing through the gates and officially entering the school, oblivious to the many eyes that followed her. Students whispered as the pint-sized high schooler strolled into the school with the commanding presence of someone three times their size.
"Is she new?"
"She's so small."
"Is she a middle schooler who skipped a few grades?"
"She's gotta be a foreigner. Maybe they're small where she comes from."
"She's pretty adorable."
"Yeah like a little doll."
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Cosette was able to locate her class relatively easily. The school was big for sure but it seems like its size was due to the dedicated various rooms that housed different functions for each department to operate. A sewing room for the Fashion Department, a full kitchen for the Bakery Department, a studio for the Vocal and Dance Department, and a workshop for the Architecture Department.
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Tiny Terror - A Lookism Fic
Ficção Adolescente"Bite my tiny tightly toned butt!" Cosette Mélanie Byun loved three things: working out, sewing clothes, and putting people in their place. Many underestimate her due to her size but they'll learn that there's plenty of power packed inside such a sm...
